make-up to do?” I asked. “Do people tell you what they want or do you do whatever you think will work best.”
Tanya gestured to one of the chairs in the room and we both sat down. “A mix of both. It also depends on what the photos are for. We do a lot of headshots, and for that, the client always wants the make-up laid on thick. That’s not always the absolute best look but it’s what they need to get hired so…” Tanya trailed off with a shrug. “Sometimes people come in for fun shoots, too, and they want glittery false eyelashes, and sometimes even actual face-painting.”
I giggled. “Sounds fun.”
“It is. Mostly, though, people don’t know what will suit them. That’s my favourite kind of work to do because I get to show them a different way of seeing themselves.”
A buzz of excitement zipped through me because I knew what she meant. It was how I felt the day I did Kayla’s make-up.
“Oh, you want this bad, don’t you?” Tanya asked, laughing.
“Yeah. I haven’t wanted anything this much in a long time. I want to prove I can do it.”
“Okay. Well, you can watch me in the beginning to see how things work and then I’ll let you try working on a few of our clients. As long as you don’t mind me giving you some guidance along the way?”
“Not at all. I want to learn as much as I can.”
Best. Day. Ever.
Tanya was so cool and so generous with what she allowed me to do. Every time a new client sat in front of me, she asked me what I would choose to do. I chose people’s make-up based on their skin colouring, their eye colour, and what they were wearing. I had no clue if that was the correct way but the method had never failed me before. Tanya agreed with a lot of my ideas and when she didn’t she kindly explained things that would work better.
By the end of the day, I knew. That was my future career. I’d met some awesome people and Tanya said I’d worked really well with the clients. She and Nick offered to help with anything I needed, and said I could go in and help anytime to gain a little experience. I couldn’t wait to tell Jude about it. He hadn’t entirely come around to the idea of me doing make-up yet. It sucked that he didn’t trust me to make my own decision but I would get him on my side. I had to.
I was still skipping around the house, high on being at home since I hadn’t been stuck inside all day, when the doorbell rang.
I ran to the door and flung it open, only for my good mood to deflate when I saw Taylor in front of me.
“Hey, Bree.”
She looked at me with the kind of Bambi eyes that would have men rushing to her side but to me, they were just… eyes.
“Bree, please can you hear me out?”
“Nothing you can say will change anything.”
“Please. Bree, I need someone to listen. Is that so much to ask?”
In true Taylor style she’d managed to utter the sentence that struck a painful chord with me. What harm would be done if I let her speak?
“You have two minutes,” I told her.
“Thank you.” Her shoulders sagged with relief. “I’ve been the worst friend ever. The worst person ever but I only ever wanted to fit in with you. You and your friends were always so cool and respected and I was an outsider.”
“You weren’t an outsider, Taylor. We included you. I included you.”
“I wanted to be like you,” she insisted. “You’re beautiful and you always have amazing clothes, and a gorgeous house and… I just went about it wrong.”
“There isn’t even a word to describe how awful you were.”
She nodded. “I know. But before I lost my mind, we were friends. And we had the best times. I’ve never had a friend like you before. I want another chance. That’s why I…” she paused, her cheeks colouring.
“Why you what?”
She sighed. “The day I saw all of you outside Freya’s apartment… I followed you.” I opened my mouth to speak but she rushed on. “I wasn’t stalking you or anything. I just hoped I could find
Tanya gestured to one of the chairs in the room and we both sat down. “A mix of both. It also depends on what the photos are for. We do a lot of headshots, and for that, the client always wants the make-up laid on thick. That’s not always the absolute best look but it’s what they need to get hired so…” Tanya trailed off with a shrug. “Sometimes people come in for fun shoots, too, and they want glittery false eyelashes, and sometimes even actual face-painting.”
I giggled. “Sounds fun.”
“It is. Mostly, though, people don’t know what will suit them. That’s my favourite kind of work to do because I get to show them a different way of seeing themselves.”
A buzz of excitement zipped through me because I knew what she meant. It was how I felt the day I did Kayla’s make-up.
“Oh, you want this bad, don’t you?” Tanya asked, laughing.
“Yeah. I haven’t wanted anything this much in a long time. I want to prove I can do it.”
“Okay. Well, you can watch me in the beginning to see how things work and then I’ll let you try working on a few of our clients. As long as you don’t mind me giving you some guidance along the way?”
“Not at all. I want to learn as much as I can.”
Best. Day. Ever.
Tanya was so cool and so generous with what she allowed me to do. Every time a new client sat in front of me, she asked me what I would choose to do. I chose people’s make-up based on their skin colouring, their eye colour, and what they were wearing. I had no clue if that was the correct way but the method had never failed me before. Tanya agreed with a lot of my ideas and when she didn’t she kindly explained things that would work better.
By the end of the day, I knew. That was my future career. I’d met some awesome people and Tanya said I’d worked really well with the clients. She and Nick offered to help with anything I needed, and said I could go in and help anytime to gain a little experience. I couldn’t wait to tell Jude about it. He hadn’t entirely come around to the idea of me doing make-up yet. It sucked that he didn’t trust me to make my own decision but I would get him on my side. I had to.
I was still skipping around the house, high on being at home since I hadn’t been stuck inside all day, when the doorbell rang.
I ran to the door and flung it open, only for my good mood to deflate when I saw Taylor in front of me.
“Hey, Bree.”
She looked at me with the kind of Bambi eyes that would have men rushing to her side but to me, they were just… eyes.
“Bree, please can you hear me out?”
“Nothing you can say will change anything.”
“Please. Bree, I need someone to listen. Is that so much to ask?”
In true Taylor style she’d managed to utter the sentence that struck a painful chord with me. What harm would be done if I let her speak?
“You have two minutes,” I told her.
“Thank you.” Her shoulders sagged with relief. “I’ve been the worst friend ever. The worst person ever but I only ever wanted to fit in with you. You and your friends were always so cool and respected and I was an outsider.”
“You weren’t an outsider, Taylor. We included you. I included you.”
“I wanted to be like you,” she insisted. “You’re beautiful and you always have amazing clothes, and a gorgeous house and… I just went about it wrong.”
“There isn’t even a word to describe how awful you were.”
She nodded. “I know. But before I lost my mind, we were friends. And we had the best times. I’ve never had a friend like you before. I want another chance. That’s why I…” she paused, her cheeks colouring.
“Why you what?”
She sighed. “The day I saw all of you outside Freya’s apartment… I followed you.” I opened my mouth to speak but she rushed on. “I wasn’t stalking you or anything. I just hoped I could find
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